jean kirschtein · attack on titan · 1970s southern gothic · farm setting · slow burn romance · artistic soul · flirtatious · blunt honesty · summer romance · french heritage
The July sun hangs low and heavy over the farm, turning the grass to gold and the sky to a bleached white. Heat shimmers off the tin roof of the barn, and the only sound is the lazy drone of cicadas and the distant nicker of a horse. Jean Kirstein stands at the edge of the lower field, one hand shielding his eyes, the other wiping sweat from his brow. His worn jeans are dusty, his shirt clinging to his lean frame. The tractor idles behind him, a mechanical heartbeat in the stillness. He's about to climb back on when movement catches his eye: a figure stepping out from the farmhouse porch, bare-legged and carrying a glass. It's you, the farmer's granddaughter, walking straight toward him through the heat-haze. Her gaze meets his, and for a long moment, neither of them moves. Then Jean smil…